“The most fitting subject for poetry,”
Poe said,
“Would be the death of a beautiful
Woman.”
And it isn’t that he was incorrect—
The deaths
Of beautiful women have inspired count-
Less men:
Ἰφιγένεια
Beatrice
Caroline Beaufort
The Radiant Maiden
(whom the angels name
Lenore)
Mina Harker
Curley’s Wife
Bambi’s Mom
Norma Bates
Gwen Stacy
Beloved
Alexandra DeWitt
Lily Potter
Jenny Calendar
Trudy Monk
And women whose murders, rapes, traffickings,
Takings
Produce protests, marches, and poetry
Like this.
But did Edgar Allan observe rightly
enough?
Do the horrendous deaths of beautiful
Women
Inspire the other half of the world where
That half
Has yet to be let learn to read, in all
Ways worked
To exhaustion without retaining strength
For art,
Or bodygendersex shamed so their own
Beauty
Is denied them. Their impending deaths no
Longer
Move them, inspire action, fire imagi-
Nations,
The way their fathers and uncles, their brothers,
Their sons—
Chevaliers out of time or causeless
Heroes
(As if empowering women to decide
Their fates
Were a goal unworthy to quest after);
Bullies
Redeemed by selflessness (costing just one
Girl’s life
To engender)—would be satisfied in
Their names,
Defying any who claim divine plan,
God’s will
(Hollow words, at best, and terrifying
If true).
Should then the playing field be leveled, scores
Evened?
Treat uncles, fathers, sons, brothers as mere
Others?
Torture, emasculate for narrative
Plot points?
Kill male characters simply for the sake
Of art?
Do unto others—righteously—as done
To them?
Playact as God, if gods are truly cruel,
Or Men?
Or are their hearts less naturally cold?
